Kiss thirsty lips that only beg for more,
Redoubled in their thirst by what should sate,
Intoxicated by that gentle touch,
Set free and shackled by that silken gate.
To fully tell the meaning of the kiss
Is more than can be done by words alone –
No matter; just the wonder of it is
Enough to make a wand’ring bard your own.
Keenly felt and
Sweet perfume, this
Tender love is
Incense made of
Night and touch and